[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

After Chen Wei finished speaking, he found that the other Taoist priest's face was pale, and there were two big dark circles under his eyes. Thinking of his answer just now, he couldn't hold back and asked, "Could it be that you didn't sleep well?"

"How is it possible! I slept soundly!" Even if he never closed his eyes, Immortal Yangli couldn't admit it in front of ordinary people.

As soon as the other party heard him finished speaking, he breathed out a long breath as if he was relaxed, and the next second raised the corners of his mouth to show his neat teeth, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "That's good, I was worried that if you haven't rested , no one will take me to face saint today, I want to change Guan Wen, can you please take me to face saint?"

Immortal Yangli agreed in a daze, and asked him to wait for him at the gate of Sanqing Temple after breakfast.

After getting an accurate answer, Chen Wei went back to the room to wash up while humming an out-of-tune tune with a basin in his hand.

When he walked forward, Immortal Yangli jumped over his room and went straight to where the two senior brothers were.

He ran to Daxian Huli's room, and shouted for help as soon as the door was pushed open.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother! The monk is leaving today, and he asked me to accompany him to face the Holy Relic. Shall we stop them?"

Great Immortal Huli sat in meditation all night in the porch, and felt exhausted. He was taking off his shoes and was about to go to bed. When the door of the room was knocked open vigorously, he saw his junior brother rushing in, panicked.

"If he wants to go, he will accompany you. Judging by your current appearance, you are not at all stable. You are not as good as a mortal."

A word from Immortal Huli made Immortal Yangli shrank his neck when he rushed in, and muttered in a low voice: "I was just worried that he would run away, and he would run away if he didn't sleep to recite meritorious deeds that night."

"His Buddha's light is comparable to that of the Western Heaven Buddha. Even if you force him to stay, I am afraid that the first one in my Sanqing Temple will not live until tomorrow. If you don't believe me, try it." Immortal Huli lifted the quilt and lay down on his back. Only one hand was left outside, and he waved to the junior brother who was still standing there: "Go out, close the door of the room for me."

"Oh, brother, you should go to bed earlier."

The young man lying on his back had a head of blue hair, and he glanced at the person who turned around and walked out.

I swear in my heart, if you didn't rush in, I would have rested at this moment.

After Chen Wei had breakfast, he let Wu Neng and Drifting take the luggage when he woke up, put on brocade cassock and held a nine-ringed tin staff, Wu Neng held the bowl, and Drifting held the customs clearance document.

The three masters and apprentices stood at the entrance of Sanqing Temple, waiting for the Taoist priest to take them into the palace.

A group of blue-clothed monks dragged thick and long ropes on their shoulders, and a long iron chain was tied around their waists. They bent their waists barefoot and dragged in a group of 20 people. A cart a few meters long behind him.

Chen Wei stood on the side of the road and looked at the huge rock as high as a hill on the cart.

The monks who woke up to work at five drums and three o'clock also saw a bald monk standing at the entrance of the resplendent Sanqing Temple.

The monk was red-faced, his lips were white, his monk's clothes were clean and tidy, and the cassock on his body was shining brightly, surrounded by cranes, and the disciple behind him was holding a purple gold bowl and customs certificate, standing there without saying a word behind him, watching them.

"Amitabha."

Chen Wei looked at these monks doing things, thinking that the owner of the Sanqing Temple didn't seem to be a difficult person to communicate with, and wondered if he would have a chance to persuade the other party to let these monks go.

"Mage."

Immortal Yang Li washed his face with cold water to wake himself up, and then changed into a white Taoist robe, and then came out of the Sanqing Temple after dressing himself in a fairy style.

"Taoist." Chen Wei turned his head and looked at the person coming.

"Master's cassock today is really beautiful." Daxian Yangli sincerely praised the other party's brocade cassock. In fact, he also has several beautiful Taoist clothes, but Daxian Yangli likes white things. He looks like a jade tree facing the wind and then puts on a white Taoist robe.

Just like what the ordinary people said, if you want to be pretty, you should be filial.

"Master Daoist, the poor monk wants to ask you a question, but he doesn't know whether to ask it or not."

"Ask, I'll tell you everything you want to know, go this way." Immortal Yang Li pointed to the south street, signaling them to go that way.

Chen Wei walked side by side with him on the street. On the left hand side is a picture of a long unbroken monk pulling a cart for hundreds of meters. On the right hand side is only Chen Wei with two apprentices, standing side by side with the Taoist priest wearing a star crown. And go.

"The poor monk wants to know when the punishment of these monks will end after 20 years of praying for rain."

Immortal Yangli curled his lips, looked at the monks passing by on their left, showing distaste on his face; "They are different from you, Master, these people are all chanting scriptures without any intention, and have no real ability at all.

Even if they are released, they will just go back to the temple to eat vegetarian food and meditate as rice bugs. The next time Che Chiguo has an accident, they will be useless except for false chanting. Why don't they come out to do things? Che Chiguo enshrined them before For a hundred years, even the chores in the temple were done by ordinary believers for free, but now they want to get rid of the punishment after only doing chores for 20 years, how can it be possible? "

"No one is perfect. They have been working as handymen for 20 years. Even if they want to improve the Dharma, it takes time. I think they eat brown rice porridge. They don't even have a pair of shoes in such a cold weather. Survival When everything becomes difficult, even if you ask me to chant scriptures, I will have no intention of speaking."

Hearing this, Immortal Yang Li didn't leave, but stood on the street and grabbed the cart on the left hand side, the old novice with a tight face said, "Come here."

The whole team stopped because of this, and the monks knelt down in panic and waited for the order.

"Look, I just asked him to come over, but these people all knelt down." Wherever Immortal Yang Li touched, all the monks knelt down.

Because of this, the [-]-meter-long team stopped immediately.

As quiet as death, Chen Wei turned the prayer beads in his hand, looked at the old novice monk who had heard the order and walked over carefully, and knelt on the ground carefully. All he could see were the bloody rips on the opponent's palm, as well as the clothes. The scars at the leaks.

He didn't answer Daxian Yangli's question, but just walked into the crowd and opened the palms that were propped on the ground.

Everyone's palms were covered with deep calluses, and their nails were deeply purple. The 20 people walking in front and pulling the cart had bruises and blackened shoulders.

Chen Wei helped a young monk from the ground, squatted down and looked at those numb black eyes: "How old are you?"

Bafang looked timidly at the Taoist priests over there. All the sentient beings in Chechi Kingdom knew the three priests of Sanqing Temple.

"Don't be afraid, tell me how old you are, he won't do anything to you." After Chen Wei finished speaking, he took a special look at Impatient Yang Li with his arms folded over his chest.

The other party raised his eyebrows, and stood there indifferently, not at all afraid that the novice could say something useful.

They didn't abuse anyone, and it was the king's order.

"14 years old." Bafang replied in a low voice.

"My mother, this novice is only 14 years old. You failed to pray for rain for 20 years, even a 14-year-old novice would not let go. Could it be that he did something wrong before he was reincarnated, and he will be punished like this in your Chechi country? punishment?"

Wu Neng, who was holding the purple gold bowl, pricked up his ears, and was the first to bluff after hearing the novice's answer.

Immortal Yang Li didn't expect that there was still such a young monk among these monks, and his face turned red for a moment: "It may be that the yamen guard accidentally caught the wrong person. Who made him stay silent for a while? Of course others don't know that he is only 14 years old." age."

Chen Wei stood up, looked around those pairs of expectant and forbearing eyes, and raised his voice: "Among all the brothers present, those who have nothing to do with the incident of praying for rain 20 years ago, please take a step forward."

The monks looked at the Taoist priest over there, and then at the monk standing in front of the Taoist priest without changing his expression. In the end, the survival instinct made them get up from the ground and take a step forward slowly.

Bafang was still standing beside Chen Wei, looking up at those familiar faces one by one, sobbing softly with tears in his eyes, explaining: "Those officials demolished our temple, took away the certificate, and were not allowed to return home. Take the portraits of all the monks and go to the villages and towns, as long as you catch one monk, you can get 50 taels of silver, and if you catch ten monks, you can get a three-level official promotion."

"How many of you have been arrested?" Chen Wei asked, rubbing the little monk's head.

"Dharma master, those monks came here and there were quite a few casualties. Six or seven hundred of them died of suffering, and seven or eight hundred of them committed suicide because they couldn't stand the suffering. We were all arrested from other places. There are about [-] people, and only the [-] or so are still alive."

"This king is too vicious. He killed a thousand or two thousand monks just because he failed to pray for rain. He is even more vicious than that monster!" Wu Neng interjected, looking at the monks who looked at them with tears in their eyes from all directions, and couldn't bear it. I couldn't stop crying: "Master, here we respect Taoism and exterminate monks. I think we are waiting for you, an old man, to avenge the injustice of the world, and help the poor and the needy."

Chen Wei didn't understand the words that could stir up trouble, and beckoned Drifting Monk: "Apprentice, you go back to Sanqing Temple, go and call your senior brother out, and say that we have something to wait for him here."

"Master, let's not delay this kind of trivial matter. Aren't you planning to change the document and leave here? If you don't leave, it will delay the time."

Immortal Yang Li was a little anxious, seeing this foreign monk continue to chat, it seemed to be their sin of the Three Purities.

"Don't worry, the poor monk wants to bring three apprentices with him for such a big event as changing the document to the emperor, so that they can look up at the holy face of your King Chechi."

No matter what Immortal Yang Li said, Chen Wei insisted on staying where he was.

It wasn’t until Drifting called the sleeping Wukong out that he looked at the novice monks who had stopped aside, stared at the monks and said softly: “Please wait a moment, the poor monk will go face to face all of you. An explanation."

"You are so thankless, you will only make yourself fall into the trap, it's really not worth it." Immortal Yang Li grabbed his clothes and asked him to calm down first.

The man in a brocade cassock and full of Buddha's light glanced at him and asked, "If it was your junior brother, your senior brother, and your master who was trapped here day and night, would you be calm?" Think they deserve it?"

"Then I will catch the person who dares to catch my senior brother, hurt my senior brother, and my master on the spot, and cut him into pieces!" Immortal Yang Li jumped up and down.

After venting, the four masters and apprentices in front of him all watched him silently.

"Master, let's go." Wukong grabbed Chen Wei's hand and pulled him forward.

"Master, are you tired holding the tin rod, or I can help you carry it." Wu Neng stretched out his hand, wanting to take the nine-ringed tin rod and hold it together.

Drifting held the box of customs clearance documents, and with his long legs, he directly blocked any possibility of Immortal Yang Li approaching his master.

Immortal Yang Li stood by the side of the road, looking at the four figures of himself over there, raised his head and asked the sky: "What should I do? I seem to be convinced?"

No one answered him.

Chen Wei led three apprentices all the way south to the front of the Wufeng Tower, saluted Huangmenguan and repayed his life: "The poor monk is a monk who learned from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. He came here to change the text of Guan. Please replay it."

The Huangmenguan looked him up and down, and was a little surprised that there would be monks who dared to enter their chariot and wanted to face the saint, so he lazily replied: "Wait here, I will go in and face the saint."

In the palace, the king of the Chechi Kingdom had not retreated from the court, and there were two groups of civil and military officers standing on both sides, four hundred court officers, brightly lit, and among the incense clouds of the treasure tripod, the yellow gate entered the hall and played: "There are four monks outside, say He came from the Tang Dynasty to learn scriptures, and he wants to replace Guan Wen, so he is waiting in front of the Wufeng Tower."

The king above the throne heard that a monk came here, he laughed and said: "This monk has no place to seek death. He came here to seek death. The patrol officials came out to arrest him and let me see. What kind of monk dares to be so bold?" .”

"Your Majesty, the Great Tang Dynasty in the East is a tribe in the South, known as the Great Country of China. It is thousands of miles away from here. There are many monsters on the road. The monk may have some magic power to come here. I hope His Majesty sees the monks who are far away in China. It is better to call them directly. Checking the ultimatum and releasing it is also a sign of good fortune."

The grand master who stood in front of the ministers said.

"The grand master is too careful. You said that the Tang Dynasty is thousands of miles away from us. Even if there is one monk missing, no one will know. Go! Catch it!"

The king waved his hand indifferently and asked the patrolling officials to arrest people.

Chen Wei, who was waiting in the Wufeng Tower, studied the patterns on the wall calmly and calmly. When he heard a series of sounds of soldiers and armor coming in unison, he calmly raised his head and looked at the menacing soldiers who dared to come in the distance.

"Master, you are causing trouble now. Your Majesty must know your identity as a monk, so he doesn't intend to let you go." Immortal Yang Li anxiously watched the soldiers rushing towards this side, and said in a calm voice while standing in front of them. : "While I'm dealing with them, you go!"

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for your kindness, but the poor monk must face the saint today."

Chen Wei grabbed Immortal Yangli, who was blocking the way, and signaled Wu Neng to go up.

"You don't need to take their lives, just stop them all."

"Master, don't worry, look at my old pig."

Wu Neng picked up his nine-toothed rake and rushed out.

The author has something to say: The king: I am going to be unlucky if I watch the sky every day.

感谢在2021-02-1223:50:08~2021-02-1321:38:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Yimenmen;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: no difference. 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Ye Lu Su Jiang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!